Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 254

Chapter 34: Kneading and Needing

Maeve

“If you wake up earlier, you’ll have a better shot of getting a real breakfast, miss.” Robbie was sitting on a crate, a thick canvas sail laid over his waist as he sewed a patch into it, the needle nearly as long as his hand.

I looked down at my bowl of cold sludge, which was the only way I could describe such a thing. It was oats, probably, with a hint of fly. I picked the fly out of the bowl with my finger, wiping it on the crate I was perched on and looked around, taking it all in as though for the first time

“Why does the Persephone use sails and not engines? I know this ship has power. I saw the electric lights.”

“No one can see us if the ship’s powered down.”

“What do you mean? A ship like this? It stands out, trust me.” I stirred my oatmeal, trying to find the confidence to take a bite.

“Captain Keaton is a traditionalist, you could say.” Robbie breathed, wincing as he pricked his finger with the needle.

“You mean a pirate”

“Aye, a pirate. He is. He can’t have other ships picking up on our location while were runnin’ goods, so we turn the engines off and power down when we don’t want to be picked up on radar, you see? That’s why he chose a Galleon ship when he went into this trade. Cruisers don t have sails.”

“How did he find this thing? Did he build it?”

“A story for another time, miss. Eat.”

I scowled down at my bowl. I was starving, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat it.

“How do you shift, on the boat?” I asked, saying whatever was coming to mind to cut through the boredom.

“That’s easy. We just turn into dolphins,” Robbie said, his face totally serious and focused on his work.

I opened my mouth, shocked, but then heard a snort from above our heads, where Troy was at the helm, his hands wrapped around the great wooden steering wheel with a crooked smile on his face.

“Whatever.” I said under my breath, stirring my cold oatmeal again.

“You should eat, Maeve.” Troy said, looking down at me. “I’m sorry.” i said to Robbie. “Do you hear someone talking?”

Robbie’s eyes went wide, and he puffed out his cheeks, shaking his head as he looked back down at his work. “What did you get yourself into, Troy?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” Troy laughed, looking down at the compass in his hand before turning the wheel a fraction of an inch.

“Where is the real captain today? I’d like a private audience with him.”

“He’s likely in the infirmary, with Myla,” Troy said down to us, arching his eyebrow in my direction. He was trying to get a rise out of me.

“Stop talking to me,” i bit out, setting my untouched oatmeal down on the crate and turning my back on Troy, my eyes focused on Robbie.

Robbie scratched his beard, looking up at Troy for help. “Don’t leave me with this one-”

me. She needs someone else to

knew he was smiling, I

the captain to look in on my friend”I began, giving Robbie

has other motives,” Troy

at him. “I said STOP talking to me,” I snapped, turning back around and fixing Robbie

swallowed, squaring

Robbie,” Troy

Kneading and

shoulders tensing as I narrowed my eyes at him. “When can I

“He’s right there, miss,”

Troy. I need

can’t say

want to know where we’re going. I need to get word to my

ignoring the fact that I didn’t want him

him, staring

heading into open waters,” he said nervously, looking back

sitting, frustration and pent-up energy coursing through my veins. I

Rob, she bites,” Troy

turned on my heel to look up at him as Robbie let out

Maeve. I’m

to say to

talking, though?” Troy gave me a smirk,

had no qualms of handing his ass to him in front

into the palms of my hands. Robbie called for me, his voice

The past day and a half had been a living nightmare. I was sick over it, of the loss of the terror and the

it. He was watching me spin out of control and taking pleasure in it. I pulled my arm back, thrusting it forward with every intention of socking him cleanly in the jaw when someone grabbed my arm, their fingers tightening

here,” Keaton said, his voice

the lower deck. “She’s idle. She

see that,” Keaton turned me around, looking me up and down before leaning to speak into

*I didn’t-”

fighting on my

“He deserves,” I began.

the position he’s in now, do you?” Keaton

away, but he only tightened his grasp on my arm, squeezing until I flinched from the

forward as though to break us apart, but then he stilled,

up, looking around until he spotted Robbie on the deck

Pete the night before. I swallowed, shaking my

Troy for being a right pain in the ass, Princess,” Keaton said as he leaned toward me again, his

past him and darting down the stairs toward Robbie, who

to the lower levels of the ship, fighting back tears of anger, fear,

Who were these people?

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